The rust… – La ruggine… – Rugina…

valeriu dg barbu

Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian language

We are the hinges between Heaven and Earth
no more we will enter in our own skin from so many tiny gods that we are
Hungry for themselves, hungry for applause
An eerie wail surrounds the planet like a handkerchief waving continuous farewells
all it melt, it flow in the reflexes diluted, the mirrors do not have the memory
the gears creaking of our poor galaxy have needs to be greased
The oil cannot be the smoke of hypocritical sacrifice, requires blood and tears
Each prayer goes back crippled, unfulfilled, when
the hinges between Heaven and Earth are rusty in their waters of having delusions of grandeur
sometimes, one, for once in a millennium, breaks the gate hitting strong with his heart
As a ram sacrificed in vain

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Siamo le cerniere tra Cielo e Terra
Non ci entreremo più nella propria pelle di…

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It is said in the village… – Si dice nel villaggio… – Se spune prin sat…

valeriu dg barbu

Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian language

Here, the snow is green, the sky is green
You might think that we look at the world through a young leaf
.
I would like to know in the eyes of the blade of grass how it sees our body weighed
panting so under our feet?
But, the snowflakes crashing of eyelids?
It is said in the village that the soul of firs has reached up there and complained
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The light is deepened in itself and is silent, the children are asleep, from the their dreams
descends down the green vivid
It is said in the village, recently, that is no more loneliness, it’s just an illusion,
it is a whole that pulsates, but that’s another story…
.
into economy of the sky we are here just desires and tears
the green creates certain confusion between them – ironically, the grass…

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